Locked Away

Chapter 12

My body temperature has gone up, there's a start, lying on a freezing bed won't help but I have no where else warm to lie down. Alya was getting worried about me not moving but she soon realised I was trying to get warmer at the least affective way. 

After what felt like a year, I was warmer than when I walked in after that torture, it was better than freezing to death. I heard some footsteps coming towards our cell, I hated the thumps of walking boot coming our way now,  I now know it means I'm either getting tortured or hurt. 

I was taken out into another cell but this one was darker and colder than me and Alya's cell, they handcuffed me to a wall and left me,  alone. I tried to get them off but the more I moved my hands the more they digged into my wrists. My wrists were bleeding, I knew because I could feel the blood dripping down my arms. 

I sat down on the floor and waited for someone to walk in and beat me up, my wrists were hurting more than before as the handcuffs were digging deeper into the skin. I couldn't see a thing,  not even my own legs,  the room was too dark and I was too tired to care if I was beat up.

I heard footsteps and the door being unlocked, it was Alya.  She whispered to me asking if I was okay,  I told her I was not knowing what state my wrists were in. I tried to keep quiet as I wanted her to believe I was alright and not that my wrists were bleeding,  but the pain was too bad to try to not make a sound.

I told her why I was whining,  I told her the handcuffs were digging into my skin, she wasn't happy so she shouted for a guard, I didn't believe that anyone would come but someone did. They asked her what was wrong and she said she wanted a doctor for me, I told her it was fine so the guard left, she wasn't happy with me.